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“What?”
“I’d have to show you when we get back to the penthouse,” I wink at her. Her eyes flicker with curiosity, and a soft blush colors her cheeks.
She looks at me again and then pauses before saying, "Then let's go home." Home. Sounds so good when she says it. A surge of happiness courses through me as she utters those words. As we leave, I look at her as she walks in front of me.
My gaze drifts to her legs. Man, she’s so fucking gorgeous, so hot and sexy. I help her step into the car, get in beside her, and signal my driver to take off. I keep staring at her thighs from the slit of her dress.
She notices and gives a huff, placing my hand inside the slit. Fuck. Bold move. I love this. I love her. I put one hand on her thigh and the other on her face, sliding my index finger between her lips.
She begins to suck on it before I even ask her to. She gives me a lustful glance and I trace my hand from her thigh to her panties. She moans and I cup her face.
“Shush.” She takes in deep breaths. Her look is scorching. Shameless. Determined.
Her tongue keeps twirling around my finger. I might as well have my cock in her mouth. I’m hard. Instantly. Oh baby.
I have never met a woman who has this effect on me. This fast. She has had this hold on me since I met her. She tries to take her hand to my cock but I stop her midway.
“Not so fast, baby… You can get it if you agree to something, though,” my words trail off.
“What?” she whispers over my lips.
“A bet.”
“Another one?”
“Another one.” I give her a winsome smile.
ELLA
As we step inside the elevator, I can feel my wetness drenching my panties. I squirm, huffing with every moment as he caresses my hips from the back.
“What bet?” I say in his ear. He brushes his lips against mine.
"Baby," he says, the husky timbre of his voice sending shivers down my spine, "how about a little wager? One that can change everything."
Baby. I feel the tingling sensation in my groin this time.
I meet his gaze, curiosity mingling with the remnants of desire. "What do you have in mind?" I keep my tone seductive. He always brings out new colors in me.
His lips curl into a playful smirk. "How about this: you have three months. Three months to resist falling even more in love with me." Does he not see it? I’ve already lost.
"And?" I inquire, attempting to mask the excitement that flickers beneath the surface.
He leans in, his gaze penetrating mine. "If you lose, Ella, you'll have to marry me." My heart drops. The weight of his words settles over the room, and for a moment, I'm suspended between disbelief and a sense of delight.
I know I’ve already lost but this was unexpected. Spend my whole life with him? It’s like he knows what I want without even telling him.
My feigned shock masks the truth—the realization that I’m head over heels in love with this man. I'm so in love with him that the mere thought of spending the next three months resisting this love feels like a charmingly impossible feat.
"Marriage?" I respond, feigning astonishment and averting my eyes. "That's quite the leap. But I suppose it's a bet worth taking. Challenge accepted, on one condition."
“That is?”
“You make me the owner and editor-in-chief of the LA Times.” I flaunt.
“With pleasure.” He smiles. “Deal.” His eyes twinkle with a mixture of amusement and something deeper. He looks different. Raw and open. Beautiful in every way.
I kiss him on the lips again, unable to put a leash on my senses. He holds my hand, running his thumb metrically across my knuckles, each stroke echoing through me. I want his hands on me. He's tortured me throughout our way home.
